I'm doing very well right now. I think I just demonstrated something that will increase the importance of my latest paper really a lot. I'm trying not to think of ways other people could deflate my enthusiasm about stuff, and instead marched my laptop in to the room where my Dad was working and like a 5 year old said 'Dad! Look what I did!' and being an incredibly fine paternal figure (some might say Superman) he made all the right noises, asked why and if that was good and pointed at shaded things and noted that they were shaded and then put up with my explanation of why they were shaded and I'm quite happy.

So much so that I pretty much just stopped working to enjoy it. Heh.

Do you find, when reading to recover (which I do all the time) that you can't really tackle too much complexity? I can read my version of trash novels, which are actually wonderful and valid all about the yarn of the story and the world building and suspending disbelief, but I can't read stories that require too much cerebral insight, because that's the muscle that's tired. As a result, I end up reading or rereading Harry Potter or Jane Austen or Robin McKinley or Jasper Fforde. What do you read?